Same Old Same Old

Not much has changed for Titus. They had to increase his pain meds a bit yesterday since he's getting agitated when's he awake - which in some ways is a good sign that's he feeling good enough to get agitated, but it's hard to see him like that since we can't pick him up. But, as the doctor stated yesterday, Titus didn't come in with a stellar set of lungs, so these things just take more time. We are planning on being there the rest of the week and weekend.

And, the poor boy needs to poo. I know this is TMI, but he seriously needs to poo. The pain meds cause him to be constipated, and even though they are giving him Miralax daily, he's only had one good poo (last Friday) since he's been in the hospital. They have upped the Miralax and it's kind of like a game of hot potato these days - no nurse wants to be on-call when the gusher hits - cause it's only a matter of time.

And, my dad needs your prayers. Yesterday he was transported out of Parkland and into a rehab center. From what we can gather, early this morning, Dad woke up, was disoriented, and pulled out all his IVs and even pulled out one of the metal pins that have been holding his pelvis together. He was transported back to Parkland this morning.

Unfortunately for some reason, the rehab center did not have Mom's cell phone number and she didn't find out until she showed up this afternoon (after the ice had melted). We anticipate they will have to do surgery today to repair any damage done by Dad pulling out his pins (and I can only imagine how painful that had to be.

I know I said a few weeks back "when it rains, it pours - bring it on", but can I take that back now?